sundance

I wish to stay drenched
forever
in those soul-reaching
sterling grey eyes

not moving a muscle
nor breathing just savouring
Looking at your beautiful face

Until now I thought you were only a poem,
I say, a poem I wanted to show everyone...
and I laugh and fall dreaming again
of the desire to show you to everyone I love,
to move openly together

I touch you knowing we weren’t born tomorrow,
and somehow, each of us will help the other live,
I’d call it love if love didn’t take so many years
but lust too is a jewel a sweet flower and what
pure happiness to know

Should I simplify my life for you?
Don’t ask me how it all began
Your hands, precisely equal to my own
in my hands you can place
all your trust in the world . . .

This is the place. And I am here,
We circle silently about the wreck
we dive into the hold.
I am he: and he is I

Everyone is in deep slumber.
Us turning in turn like planets
rotating in their midnight meadow
A word of touch is enough to let you know
You are not alone in the universe,
even in sleep.

Whatever happens with us,
your body and soul will haunt mine… …

Your traveled, generous thighs
between which my whole face rests
the innocence and wisdom of the place
my tongue has found a place to live,
your touch on me, firm, protective,
searching me out, reaching where

I had been waiting for you for years
What ever happens, this is.

Would you believe me I had you
on my mind every second today

I always crave to sit on the beach
right next to you, yet so terrified of your reply.
I don't know the path you will choose
either way it's all ok, just wanted to send this message
in a bottle and now going to hide back in my crab hole

Yesterday in my 25 min walk home from work.. it felt like someone has created this magical world around me.. I can't believe what I saw !!! all of
this !!! I couldn't believe my eyes I've never seen anything like it before (not so vivid and not all at once anyway)

When we were we,
with you is the only place
I wanted to be.
When we were
just two separate souls,
I used to dream of a place
where we'd come together as one
I want to know what you ache for
and if you dare to dream
of meeting your mind's longing.
Don't you want to surrender
your mind and space to me
I am only mousing
over your next move,
I want to trace my breath to you,
Play with your edges,
you come to know mine.
Sink in the depths of you..

The Sweethearts;or,The Top and the Ball A translation of Hans Christian Andersen's

A top and a ball were lying together in a drawer among a lot of other toys.
The top said to the ball,
"Since we live in the same drawer, we ought to be sweethearts."
But the ball, which was covered with a morocco leather, and thought as much of itself as any fine lady, would not even answer such a proposal.
The next day the little boy to whom the top belonged took it out, painted it red and yellow, and drove a brass nail into it; so that the top looked
very elegant when it was spinning around.
"Look at me!" it said to the ball.
"What do you think? Shall we be sweethearts now?
We are just made for each other!
You bounce and I dance.
None could be happier than we two."
"That's what you think!" said the ball.
"You evidently don't realize that my father and my mother were a pair of morocco slippers, and that I have a cork in my body!"
"Yes, but I am made of mahogany!" said the top.
"The mayor himself turned me on his own lathe and had a lot of fun doing it."
"Am I supposed to believe that?" said the ball.
"May I never be whipped again if I'm lying!" answered the top.
"You speak very well for yourself, but I'm afraid it's impossible.
I'm almost engaged to a swallow.
Whenever I bounce up in the air, it puts its head out of its nest and says, 'Will you be mine? Will you be mine?'
And to myself I've always said 'Yes.'
But I promise I shall never forget you."
"That will do me a lot of good," said the top, and that ended their conversation right then and there!
The next day the ball was taken out, and the top saw her flying high up into the air, just like a bird; so high that you could hardly see her.
And every time she came back, she bounced up again, as soon as she touched the ground.
That was either because she was longing for the swallow or because she had cork in her body.
At the ninth bounce the ball disappeared; the boy looked and looked, but it was gone.
The top sighed;
"I know where she is: she's in the swallow's nest and has married the swallow."
The more the top thought of this, the more infatuated he became with the ball. Just because he couldn't have her, his love for her increased, but,
alas! she was in love with somebody else. The top danced and spun, and in his thoughts the ball became more and more beautiful.
Many years went by - it was now an old love affair.
The top was no longer young.
But one day he was gilded all over; never had he looked so beautiful. He was now a golden top, and he leaped and spun till he hummed. This certainly
was something.
But suddenly he jumped too high, and disappeared!
They looked and looked, even down in the cellar, but he was not to be found.
Where was he? He had jumped into the dustbin, where all sorts of rubbish was lying-old cabbage stalks, dust, dirt, and gravel that had fallen down
through the gutter.
"What a place to land in! Here my gilding will soon disappear.
And what kind of riffraff am I with?" he mumbled, as he glared at a long, scrawny-looking cabbage stalk and at a strange round thing that looked like
an apple.
But it wasn't an apple-it was an old ball that for years had been lying in the roof gutter and was soaked through with water.
"Thank goodness! At last I have an equal to talk to!" said the ball, looking at the golden top.
"I want you to know that I am made of morocco leather, sewn by maiden hands, and that I have a cork in my body; but no one will think so now! I almost
married a swallow, but I landed in the roof gutter instead, and there I have been for the last five years, soaked!
That's a long time, believe me, for a young lady."
But the top said nothing.
He thought of his old sweetheart, and the more he listened, the more certain he felt it was she.
Just then the housemaid came to throw some rubbish in the dustbin.
"Why," she cried, "here's the golden top!"
And the top was carried back into the living room and admired by everybody.
But the ball was never heard of again.
The top never spoke a word about his old sweetheart, for love vanishes when one's sweetheart has been soaking in a roof gutter for five years. Yes,
you don't even recognize her when you meet her in a dustbin.

There was a short poem somewhere here with a line of words that struck me hard
That one line on white letters on a grey background stood out unlike anything else

The words got me each moment I wanted to smash down the walls of those halls
For some reason those words were more powerful then I could ever dare to concure
They wrapped me in chains and held me down so easily as the wind wraps around a tree
The more I tried to break free the tighter they engraved the more brutal resisting became

The strangest moment was when I no longer had the strenght to fight
Yet somehow in that ultimate moment of defeat
I found myself in a state I can only compare to the eye of a tornado
Silent.. Still.. It was only then I thought I understood their purpose

Let me breath you in
And breath the words in your mouth
Inside your shivering, the silence shouts so loud
I just want to, I just want to stay around
And while my heart beats I promise I won't let you down.

If I'm somewhere else it doesn't mean that I don't see
That you don't trust yourself, that's why you don't trust me
It makes me crazy, when you're crazy, you don't speak
You think you know me, but what you know is just skin deep.

If you keep building these walls
Brick by brick towers so tall
Soon I won't see you at all
Till the concrete angel falls
I knew who you were from the start
But now I don't know who you are
Soon there will be nothing at all
Till the concrete angel falls.

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